Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
MDC,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.